Home is where the dog is

I’m back in Texas, and Annie is everything I imagined. But even better.

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And then better than that.

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I may have to sneak her back to New York with me. She’ll definitely fit in my carry-on.

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5 Comments

  1. Jeremy says:

    watch out for those needle teeth.

  2. Amanda says:

    She drew blood when she grabbed my toe the other day!

  3. Syd says:

    Winston never drew blood, but MAN, did he destroy furniture. She’s so adorable! I would be more jealous, but I get to see Winston next week.

  4. Sherri says:

    I remember when my Winnie was a puppy. Those bulldog teeth were razor sharp. Oh Amanda, I love Annie so much. Is that weird?

  5. Amanda says:

    Syd, lucky you. I miss Annie already.

    Sherri, not weird at all. I cross the street to have encounters with random bulldogs all the time. They are so worth it. I’ll try to keep up the Annie Get Your Bone Tumblr so we can all get our fix.

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